Saturday, 3 August 2013

Lately, I expend every single moment of my being  wondering what life would be like when  I leave your streets. Whether the familiar faces and known spaces can be replaced  by the new found ones.  Whether my eyes will still gleam of innocent hope, of love found and love lost, of the images  of the shadows I memorised while walking up your alley.
Whether you'd miss my footprints, my unassuming happiness that filled me as I trode your lonely streets wet by the july rains.
Whether   the diamonds born on your path as the sun caressed your feet, will remember me like I remember them.

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